From Forgotten Wife To Fierce Queen - Chapter 201: Chapter 201

Paisley's sudden appearance interrupted Edmond's side's rhythm.
The thugs exchanged glances as they looked at the beautiful woman in front of them, then turned to Edmond.
Unfortunately, Edmond wasn't the type to be gentle with women. He looked at Paisley and sneered, "It's this woman. She charmed Max, making him leave his elder brother, who was poisoned, and go shopping with this damn woman. A woman like her is useless, so why keep her?"
His meaning was clear: since she came to them voluntarily, just kill her too.
Max swiftly pulled Paisley behind him, furrowing his brows but showing no fear.
He wasn't afraid of dying.
Of course, if he wasn't badly injured and with Leo by his side, he would've been able to deal with these people.
Unfortunately, right now, his body was much weaker than before.
Leo, with a small number of people, stood in front of Max and Paisley.
"Max, Uncle, take Ms. Sutton and Mr. Godard and leave first."
Even if he died today, he wouldn't let these people succeed.
Ocean knew the seriousness of the situation. He reached out to move Tyson's body.
But at that moment, a delicate hand stopped him.
"Don't move him," she said, and then, ignoring Ocean's confusion and attempts to stop her, she forcefully pressed Tyson's already lifted upper body back down. "He doesn't have the strength to move now."
Normally, after taking a medicine, Tyson wouldn't wake up so soon.
But now, he woke up ahead of time, which could only mean he heard some noise while unconscious and his consciousness overpowered his brain and body, forcing him to wake up.
This was a strain on his body, so now he had to rest.
Escaping was something he couldn't handle right now.
"But now..." Ocean obviously understood the reasoning, but considering the situation, staying here would only become a burden for Master Max and Leo's team.
Tyson lay in bed, and at that moment, all the surrounding sounds seemed to disappear.
He just stared blankly at Paisley.
It even made him recall the moment he was on the brink of death not long ago. In his blurred vision, he seemed to have seen Enya.
But now, seeing the young lady in front of him, he wasn't sure if it was a hallucination from the verge of death or if he really saw the girl in front of him.
Her eyes and brows resembled Enya...
"You..." His eyes flickered as he wanted to ask who she was.
But then he remembered that Edmond had mentioned her identity earlier.
She was the woman who had enchanted Max.
So, was she Max's girlfriend?
"Don't worry, everything will be fine," Paisley gently said to Tyson.
Hearing the soft, almost childlike tone, Tyson paused again.
In a daze, he felt as though he had heard that voice in his dreams.
"Okay," he nodded, feeling strangely reassured.
"Uncle, what are you waiting for?" Leo, his face already bruised, was fending off the malicious people trying to get closer to Tyson, shouting anxiously at Ocean.
Distracted, a flash of cold light came at him, and he barely managed to dodge.
In a critical moment, Max turned and pulled him away, then kicked fiercely at the opponent.
The person stumbled backward, and the recoil caused the two others beside him to fall as well.
Edmond hadn't expected Max, who relied on medicine to supplement his body, to have such strength.
His face immediately darkened. "Max, are you really going to rebel against the whole family for that woman?"
In ancient times, rebellious forces always needed a reason.
Now, Max's so-called girlfriend was Edmond's reason.
"For that kind of woman, you'd disregard my elder brother's life and even fight me. Since that's the case, don't blame me for being rude and cleaning up the Godard family's mess."
As he spoke, Edmond's face grew even colder. "No mercy! Apart from my elder brother, no one else gets a pass!"
Paisley looked at Mr. Godard in front of her with a look of mockery.
People like him really didn't care about the law.
Just then, a thug rushed in in a panic and immediately pounced on Edmond's assistant.
Just then, a thug rushed in in a panic and immediately pounced on Edmond's assistant.
"Downstairs..." One of the thugs pointed down. "A lot of people came."
Just as he spoke, there was a sudden surge of footsteps coming from the stairs and hallway.
From the sound, it was clear there were a lot of people.
Edmond looked at the assistant. "Did you call more people?"
But the assistant was already sweating coldly, shaking his head repeatedly. "No."
As they were talking, a large group barged in.
The muscular man leading them raised his hand and, with a swift motion, slapped the thug closest to the door hard across the face.
The thug flew like a kite with its string cut, crashing through the air.
The sheer power of that slap stunned everyone in the room.
Edmond and the assistant exchanged worried glances, both thinking the same thing: this isn't good.
If they weren't with them, then they must be with Max.
They glanced over, and besides the group that had stormed into the room, the hallway was packed with more people.
Edmond looked up from the room and immediately broke out into a cold sweat.
The people stretched from the stairs all the way to the door, meaning there were more than just those he could see in front of him.
There might still be people standing on the first-floor lobby and the stairs to the second floor where he couldn't see.
At that moment, the assistant let out a sharp cry.
Edmond turned to see the assistant, pale as a ghost, pointing downstairs. "Mr. Godard..."
Edmond's eyes narrowed as he walked quickly toward the stairs. When he saw what was going on downstairs, he couldn't help but gasp.
From the window, he saw that the street from the courtyard gate was completely packed with people and cars. The crowd had completely surrounded the entire old mansion.
"What is going on?" Edmond's voice started to tremble as he glared at the assistant, his eyes red with anger. He'd made preparations, especially with Montera's side. He thought there was no way they could have gotten here this fast.
But soon, Edmond realized something was wrong. The cars downstairs all had Brightmoor license plates. That meant these people were from Brightmoor.
Even if Max was powerful, there was no way he could rally so many Brightmoor people to serve him in such a short time. Unless he'd managed to make contact with a local power in Brightmoor.
"Max," Edmond nearly gritted the words out through clenched teeth.
Max, too, was confused, wondering where these people had come from. But there was no doubt about it: they weren't Edmond's men. He didn't show his confusion, deliberately.
Leo and his brothers finally got a moment to breathe. He staggered back two steps, leaning against the wall, wiping the blood from his lips with his sleeve.
At the same time, he scanned the newly appeared saviors—especially the big guy who had come in first and slapped a thug flying.
That slap was so powerful, if it had landed on Leo's face, it would've been enough to knock out a few teeth.
Sure enough, the thug who'd been slapped groaned in pain, spitting out a few bloodied teeth.
Leo couldn't help but shudder, clicking his tongue, feeling grateful he didn't get hit.
"Hey, are you okay?" The big guy who'd slapped the thug asked, noticing Leo's pale face.
Leo quickly waved him off. "I'm fine, I'm fine."
"Good to hear." The big guy took steady steps forward. "Leave these guys to us. You all take a rest."
Leo couldn't help but feel a strange sense of security, like he almost wanted to cry.